Daily Inspiration Quote by Isaac Mizrahi

It lands like a drumbeat: high heels, high heels, high heels. The repetition isn’t just emphasis; it’s insistence, the kind that turns a “preference” into a miniature manifesto. Mizrahi is a designer, so he’s speaking in objects, but he’s really talking about permission: the right to want something coded as feminine without having to audition for respectability first.

The line “If I was a girl” is doing double duty. On its face, it’s a conditional that keeps the desire safely hypothetical, a wink at the audience that recognizes how quickly men’s enthusiasm for women’s fashion gets policed. Underneath, it’s a tell: he’s naming the gate that blocks the fantasy. He doesn’t say “If I could,” he says “If I was,” as if the only legitimate path to stilettos is the correct gendered passport. That friction is the point. Mizrahi’s whole career has been about translating glamour into culture-wide appetite, and here he’s exposing the absurdity of who’s allowed to claim it.

Stilettos, specifically, aren’t neutral footwear; they’re engineered drama. They change posture, pace, and power dynamics. Wanting them “high” isn’t about comfort, it’s about silhouette and spectacle - the fashion equivalent of turning the volume up. In a late-20th-century industry where male designers routinely built women’s fantasies while remaining personally exempt from their constraints, Mizrahi’s blunt longing reads as both playful and quietly rebellious: an admission that the allure of femininity isn’t just something to manufacture for others, it’s something to crave.